Warmth Save for later Saved By Diana Der-Hovanessian August 15, 1990 Save for later Saved No breezes lift the dandelion puffs; nothing stirs in the grass. The shimmering water in the road ahead is a mirage. No rain. Even the butterfly on the petal of the wilting rose droops like silk in the heat. The crickets do not complain. Recommended: Could you pass a US citizenship test?